I come upon your truth
Quietly
Unheard in words that
Are casually dropped
Into layers of meaning
There was no cataclysm
Worlds end
In a lowing despair
That is far more shattering
Then shrieking carnage
There was never
Enough space
For all expectations
To come into themselves
For love unconditional
Even gods can’t give
Without
The thin mouth of caveats
Integers of love dependent
On such delicate circumstance
I come upon it
Falling
And lay as cold stones
On a lilt-less plane
Water pressed from
My bedrock heart
